The Miner is stumbling through the hallways muttering nonsense to himself, "Made of muscle and mud... muscle and blood... mud and blood... mud and blood..." A pocket right over his heart glows a dim golden light.
Mezzoni watches, already on edge from everything. "Sir.." he says, his voice strained. "Are you alright?"
You meet the Miner's sunken gaze, "Is anyone alright down here? Are you?"
Mezzoni sighs, rubbing his temples. "I think it's time for you to go back to your room sir." He says, trying to force a smile
"I can't go back. I won't be able to find a way out of this cave if I do." He looks exhausted. He hasn't had any food in a few days and the lack of rest is taking its toll on him.
*My braincells say that Mother looks like a very dusty Rosie from Hazbin Hotel. Very old style :)*
*Father probably looks like a normal man in semi-casual clothes. Probably 1800s style, so he's got a vest but no coat or hat. You know, like a dad who just got home from work.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
A sooty Miner turns the corner and sees the monstrosity. He stares for a few seconds, fear flashing in his deep set eyes, and then he immediately looks away. His eyes are locked on the wall as he tries to ignore your existence.
"He's lost interest in teaching. All he cares about is learning, and he's become reckless without my guiding hand. I'll be gentle later, but he needs correction now, or we may lose him."
He goes quiet for a moment.
"You coddle that boy. Now, treat him nicely, I'm not saying to stop doing that, but don't encourage him. If he tries to tell you about his experiments, change the subject."
She sighs "You know I cannot help it." She shuffles along the wall line. "How long will you hide back there?"
"I'm just setting some things up. If we're going to be a damned asylum, we'd better at least have some of the necessities: clocks, good food, art classes, a library... I'll be hiring some staff as well. They can't all be those fanged bubbleheads. Mezzoni can't do all this on his own, either."
She smiles fondly, baring sharp teeth. "You were always so sweet to others."
Mother sighs "Do I have to come out of hiding? You know much I dislike the sunlight." She asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
A sooty Miner turns the corner and sees the monstrosity. He stares for a few seconds, fear flashing in his deep set eyes, and then he immediately looks away. His eyes are locked on the wall as he tries to ignore your existence.
Kezzolan is perplexed. He pauses, and tries to tap Miner on the shoulder.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The Miner is stumbling through the hallways muttering nonsense to himself, "Made of muscle and mud... muscle and blood... mud and blood... mud and blood..." A pocket right over his heart glows a dim golden light.
Mezzoni watches, already on edge from everything. "Sir.." he says, his voice strained. "Are you alright?"
You meet the Miner's sunken gaze, "Is anyone alright down here? Are you?"
Mezzoni sighs, rubbing his temples. "I think it's time for you to go back to your room sir." He says, trying to force a smile
"I can't go back. I won't be able to find a way out of this cave if I do." He looks exhausted. He hasn't had any food in a few days and the lack of rest is taking its toll on him.
Mezzoni snaps a finger and a assistant appears. "Food, for him.and a bottle of water." He says.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
Mezzoni spies it and immediately bursts into rage. "BASEMENT!" He snarls, teeth bared.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I'm just setting some things up. If we're going to be a damned asylum, we'd better at least have some of the necessities: clocks, good food, art classes, a library... I'll be hiring some staff as well. They can't all be those fanged bubbleheads. Mezzoni can't do all this on his own, either."
She smiles fondly, baring sharp teeth. "You were always so sweet to others."
Mother sighs "Do I have to come out of hiding? You know much I dislike the sunlight." She asked.
"No need. Just keep doing what you're doing, Mother. If you want, you can help me decide on some staff members, but I can do it myself if you don't want to. I'll be out and about once I've collected resumes, meeting patients and such."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm just setting some things up. If we're going to be a damned asylum, we'd better at least have some of the necessities: clocks, good food, art classes, a library... I'll be hiring some staff as well. They can't all be those fanged bubbleheads. Mezzoni can't do all this on his own, either."
She smiles fondly, baring sharp teeth. "You were always so sweet to others."
Mother sighs "Do I have to come out of hiding? You know much I dislike the sunlight." She asked.
"No need. Just keep doing what you're doing, Mother. If you want, you can help me decide on some staff members, but I can do it myself if you don't want to. I'll be out and about once I've collected resumes, meeting patients and such."
She makes a satisfied noise and disappears.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I can't go back. I won't be able to find a way out of this cave if I do." He looks exhausted. He hasn't had any food in a few days and the lack of rest is taking its toll on him.
*Father probably looks like a normal man in semi-casual clothes. Probably 1800s style, so he's got a vest but no coat or hat. You know, like a dad who just got home from work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Callie is hiding in her room, curled up in the closest thing to a pillow fort she could make.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*[Huggles!]*
Colt is sitting in the kitchen, watching a stove flame
A sooty Miner turns the corner and sees the monstrosity. He stares for a few seconds, fear flashing in his deep set eyes, and then he immediately looks away. His eyes are locked on the wall as he tries to ignore your existence.
Kezzolan leaves his room, searching for anything interesting. He notices Colt and stops. “Hey there, friend. Mind telling me where I am?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
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She smiles fondly, baring sharp teeth. "You were always so sweet to others."
Mother sighs "Do I have to come out of hiding? You know much I dislike the sunlight." She asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kezzolan is perplexed. He pauses, and tries to tap Miner on the shoulder.
Terra Lubridia archive:
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(hi alaric)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Mezzoni snaps a finger and a assistant appears. "Food, for him.and a bottle of water." He says.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Uh.... the kitchen." He says
Mezzoni spies it and immediately bursts into rage. "BASEMENT!" He snarls, teeth bared.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mother peers through the panels in the ceiling and gently placed a flower on the floor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mother watches from the ceiling. "What are you making Colt?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No need. Just keep doing what you're doing, Mother. If you want, you can help me decide on some staff members, but I can do it myself if you don't want to. I'll be out and about once I've collected resumes, meeting patients and such."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eye flares orange and his voice deepens. “I know that, you worthless, mangy fool!”
He stops, as though catching himself. “Oh, my. Very sorry, sir. I, ah, I’ll be going now.” He looks genuinely embarrassed.
Terra Lubridia archive:
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She makes a satisfied noise and disappears.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]